History

Anticipation precedes the prize

Splendor warrants the wait

A marriage made through Heaven's eyes

There's no such thing as fate

The poets of old reap their reward

Through the pages in history

Left behind by their own accord

For poets like you and me

Who will be the next master poet

To leave their words behind

Whoever it is may never know it

Unless life treats them kind

There will never be another Poe,

Dickinson, Frost or Keats

But somewhere someone's words will show

That another poet competes

The more we write the more we learn

These words are always true

Just keep on writing and you may earn

A place in history too

Reviews

[A Soapy Mess Stories]

Wow...such lovely words...very inspiring...

[Whiskurz]

Thank you Starrleena......Whisk

[Falling Leaf.]

This is very inspirational to me, because I often wonder the exact same thing. "Will writing take me somewhere someday?" I really hope so, because writing and dance are all I've got....and you can't really make a living off of dance. So, anyway, this was very relatable. I liked it.


Carry on!

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk